Shen Chuwei stared at those three characters for a while.
She noticed those characters because there was a long string of candied haws drawn next to them, and a girl was holding the candied haws; that was probably where a foodie's attention would be...
Beyond the three characters of "Feng Wuyou," there was another line of smaller text.
Just as Shen Chuwei planned to see clearly, footsteps came from outside the door. Perhaps because she felt so guilty for snooping, she didn't even look at the rest of the drawings and hurriedly rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back in.
By the time she wanted to close it, she realized she didn't know where the switch was.
She really didn't know anything about the secret compartments of ancient times.
She tried pushing and turning, but nothing worked.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Shen Chuwei felt extremely guilty, her palms oozing cold sweat—it felt like a spy about to be caught stealing confidential reports.